With a couple of weeks of "absolutley nothing physical" recoup to stare down, I thought I'd visit the CD store on the first day I was allowed to drive (yesterday). It's only 3 miles from home, and in the same direction as my hospital, so I thought I was covered.

After going through every P-Touch labelled artist divider (2.5 hours) there was almost nothing I really wanted. And, I've got so much down time now, that I really wanted something(s).

I bought a couple of Camper Van Beethoven, since I haven't heard them in years. The previous owner had replaced one of the CD's with a compiliation of their own making. Since it was dark in the car, I couldn't see the "Memorex" logo on it when I slipped it in. By the 3rd track (Cat Stevens), I knew something was awry.

On another one of theirs acquired yesterday, they do a pretty cool cover of Status Quo's only hit, using violin for all the droning guitar parts on the orginal.

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Always call the place you live a house. When you're old, everyone else will call it a home.

I just bought Atomic Tom's album "The Moment" based on the YouTube video of their impromptu (actually, probably planned out) performance on the NY subway -- in which they only used voices and their iPhone.

Like most new albums from new (to me) bands, there are a few tracks that grab me quickly, some that I don't like much, and others I'm ambivalent to. But since I spent money on it, I'll give it more time before passing final judgment.

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Each track begins with a few large tasty kernels thrown out at you (and I do mean "thrown") and by track's end, the entire room is filled with popcorn. All 6 room-planes are bowing from the pressure and explosions are still going off. (Leave a door open.)

This will bring you as close as you've gotten to thinking you're gonna (musically) blow up your mains. Or that YOU have to leave the room. Now THAT'S Rock and Roll.

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Always call the place you live a house. When you're old, everyone else will call it a home.